Daily Yellowstone journal., 1887-01-18
q ,tskIrts Of the city; there he would re.

o itskirts OF the city; there he would re-
gain his tranquility and IT lest avoid
SEEING the papers. lie would w"l, in the
felGs or the woods and for intellectual
amusement play ''eup and ball.
Just in front of the house which he
rented there was n great white wall
whose reflections had frequently annoyed
him. One day he saw some wOrkmcn
suspend from it a scafTold and begin to
cover the wall with a coat of blue. This
| did not distress Antoine i'm the least-it
would he softer for the eyes. Then after
they had worked some time. ascending
| and descending the movable bridges OF
the scaiTolding, they outlined with chalk
something very difficult to distinguish at
such u distance.
At last, however, q painter came with
his pots of colors, and Antoine, interested
and curious, saw him little by little de-
sign a gigantic head; this head became
blonde. with smiling mouth and pearly
teeth, and above il in golden letters the
name of Robinson, Jr., shone forth TO all
observers. IL was Jeanne again-always
Jeanne! Antoine renowned the struggle
and returned To Paris resigned and sub
jugatrl. There, surrounded 10y these pict-
urcs, that sometimes stretched in dozens
along the walls, he began to ask himself
If it would not be better 10 marry-cven If
il had not been better 10 marry Jeanne
than 10 have let her go so far away.
But could he find her nowy And IL so
was she still free'
This idea taking possession Of him, he
wrote IA Robinson, Jr., and asked him for
the address of the young CIR! who had
been the model for his advertisements.
Twenty days after he received an answer,
and AT the top of the paper the inevitable
head, finely engraved. We will translate
the letter for you:
"DEaG SIR thank you for your let
ter. which added much TO the interest OF
my publicity. II will be printed in thirty
eight ui the papers of the new world. IL
you will send me your card photograph
and the authority "a reproduce il will
gladly forward to you SlW AS to the
obliging child whose smiling head Is from
this time forth ~inseparably% connected with
my business, | do not know what has be.
come Of her. One day ! bought her photo
graph, which appeared TO me altogether
suitable for the end for which ] desired il,
and reproduced il with the consent Of the
model, Ia whom | paid $500 hut whom |
never saw. With much respect, etc,
Robinson, JR.'
Antoine WAS forced Ia give IL up, though
he hoped hat the publicity given 10 his
letter IN the American papers would at
tract the attention of Jeanne. aud she
would write 10 him: but nothing came.
Months passed by in anxiety aud fever
ish excitement. At last one day he saw
again ia the Rue Batignolles the head Of
Jeanne, living, smiling, speaking in the
same well remembered voice, and she was
holding out a hand to greet him. Was
he crazy No, il was no hallucination, il
was Jeanne, Jeanne herself. returned 20
France aud who was there before him.
Forgetting that they were in the street,
he embraced her then and there aud. put
ting her in n carriage, anxious and ex-
cited, he made her relate her story and
then he told his.
She had lost her brother in America;
he had left her a little legacy and she had
returned to Paris.
IL was she-really and truly herself;
only after the first emotion had passed il
seemed 10 Antoine that her smile was not
quite the same: and, looking still closer,
il seemed to him that her beautiful teeth
had not the brilliancy OF other days. lie
spoke of IL 10 her.
'Ah, yes" she replied, lyon doubtless
have heard them speak Of Robinson, Jr."
Robinson, Jr.! ] was IN correspond.
ence with him; he paid you 500 for your
photograph"
Indeed. You know That's Well, il ia
true, and he also made me n present Of a
great box Of his powder. | was wrong to
use il, for see how IL has served me-
All the same, Antoine married Jeanne,
VINO no longer recommended the incom'
parable powder.
Little by little the bills of Robinson,
Jr., have been replaced by others, hut our
lovers are no less happy, Jeanne's smile
no less enchanting and her teeth almost
as brilliant as in other days, but she NO
longer uses the BEST Deniifrice in the
World-the Powder of Robinson, Jr."-
Translated for The Cincinnati Enquiries
from the French of Charles Nutter by T..
g. Wagner.